Jackson had left me wondering why I was acting like such a bitch. I got in my pick up truck and drove home in silence, not able to get the endless worries out of my head. Never once had I been rude to anyone, let alone scream in my best friend's face.
When I got home, Jackson hadn't texted me or anything. If something this stupid was going to ruin our friendship, then how had it even stayed solid when we were in kindergarten, fighting over crayons. Or fourth grade, when we couldn't agree on what to do for a stupid project.
I grimaced, thinking of how depressed I would be if Jackson left my life, just as my mother had when she died. Without any warning. I opened the door to the empty house. Father wouldn't be home until dark, so I could do whatever I wanted. I dropped my book bag on the floor and peeled of my heavy winter coat, then hung it on the coat rack. Laying on the couch, I unlocked my phone and bit my lip. Jackson was probably so pissed at me if I texted him he wouldn't answer me.
"Why did I have to go in the fucking woods in the first place," I groaned, then closed my eyes. The giant wolf leaping on me, the teeth digging in to my shoulder kept replaying in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of the horrid thoughts.
In a rush of adrenaline, I opened the texting app and sent Jackson a message.
Me: I'm so sorry I swear 😓😔😢
Me: it was the wolves 😣😣
Me: The wolves were the ones who caused this....
Jackson: Just leave me alone for awhile Skylar 😞
Jackson: ur so needy and every time I get mad at u ur going to come right back, pleading for forgiveness. 😒😠
Jackson: and im sick of it
Three days later, Jackson had avoided talking to me at school all together, but Ash and Cassie stayed by my side and made jokes about how Jackson was never a true friend anyways, since they noticed how glum I was. But they didn't even know him. They didn't truly know how gentle and funny he was, even if he seemed all tough and emo and crap.